I’ll die smiling, turn toward HeavenSing some old songs and claim my crown
Then I’ll go to find someone I’ve been waiting
to talk with since I read The Habit of Being

She’ll tell me her story of sorrow and suffering
She’ll tell me it’s so sad the way we’ve been acting
For we are surrounded by thousands of liars
That sing lovely songs in a river of fire
That flows from the hand of the Father.